the church of the farmer's market

we started life today at the "please love me a little more quietly--and preferably after 9:30" request--waking, knowing today was our day to hang our art and be in our space together thinking and dreaming and imagining the what's next. we moved slowly--into the unfolding day--and decided to attend the church of the farmer's market in jack london square. we found a gleeful elizabeth on her birthday--heading off to hang glide and survive. we nuzzled our mentor, there, at the jewelry booth with the dealer that adorns her with the exact hue of turquoise blue that is the reverberating truth of the woman that holds such powerful circles. we bought stuff to make dinner--almonds, berries, the gorgeous pasta, some carrots and other such things. we walked by the water. we looked out in dreams. we shared stories of theme songs and imagined the become yourself solid gold dancers. we dreamt womanfire out loud and talked about the pussycatdolls i don't need a man song as if it would one day be true. we fell into a gallery and then dreamed aloud the kinds of men we're looking for...without really looking for them. we came home to become yourself, had the last of ms. aksen's initial circle offering for lunch, and then fell into nap and laundry respectively. we woke, went on another outing to see the island beyond the island between the here and the there of the airport. we found the glass house by the water that makes for a beautiful teaching space. we circled back home and hung the artwork we've collected from the friends we've bought it from. we harvested the basil from the happy plant that lives on our counter. we hung yemaya on the front door. we put up cate white's dirt clods and rainbow piece. we hung ms. aksen's portal. we put up the mirror and moved the little secretary under it. we ground the basil into pesto with pine nuts and yummy hard luscious cheese. we set the table and lit the candles. we each read a poem before the meal. we ate and decided the meal was so delightful that we needed wine--from the silver fairy cups we both grew up with. we toasted this delightful day of unfolding dreams. we adjourned to the gallery/studio space and made collages into this late on this night. and it was a perfect unfolding of a lovely day of artful touches to an otherwise ordinary life. *this* is transformative art. living life creatively, making the most of every ordinary moment, sharing deeply from the well of what is loved. we decide dinner party instead of overwhelming event for next week. we continue to unfold into the grand of the opening.